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I continued to see this Therapist for many years, truthfully continuing after the injuries had healed. Every visit was like seeing a shrink because we could talk about anything and I learned about all the ladies' families. I felt it was worth the $140 each week or so, although it got up to $190 in the later years. We talked at length about my marriage and occasionally our sex life, vacations and sex, and using my wife's Sybian. The girls wanted me to bring it to the office but I thought the therapist would object and my wife would be very suspicious.

Some background: the offices were on the second floor of a small 4 story medical building, adjacent to a small strip shopping center (7-11, donut shop, Taco Belle) and that, in turn, was across the street from a regional shopping mall. It was a high traffic street and lots of people were around and in the building most of the day.

The room that I used almost every time was almost square with the therapy table in the middle with the ability to go up or down, and it had a mechanism to raise the upper third under your head, which made me more comfortable except when laying on my stomach. To the east side of the room(closest to my head when I was on the table) was a window overlooking the parking area and the 7-11 convenience store. The south wall had a 5 foot tall horizontal file cabinet and a door to the hallway. The west wall just had some art, a small mirror and a chair. The north wall had a door into a room with her assorted exercise equipment, therapy chairs. lifting bars, weights and some other things a therapist might recommend. She often had patients or sometimes friends come use the exercise room because their being there did not interfere with her patient appointments. Further up that side was the rolling round stool the therapist used when she could sit, although she was usually standing when working on me. She had a shelved table there with a phone, towels and an assortment of her creams and oils. A rolling coat rack was in the corner. I asked to go there for my appointments after work; my appointments were almost always at 6pm, her last each day. She opened at 11am, I think. Most of the time I was there, her staff were in attendance but over the years both staff members left and were replaced, the therapy assistant was now a younger (mid-twenties girl) and the receptionist/ bookkeeper was maybe 55 and lived alone, widowed. She was also open irregular hours on Saturday, if needed.

On the rare occasion I had a daytime appointment, the place was hopping. She would have a person or two in the waiting room, three to five in the exercise room, and while she had a patient in one room, the assistant would sometimes do simple massage routines on another patient, before the therapist would come in to finish the hour long session. I didn't like daytime visits because they were much stricter on using towels for modestly and we could not be as free with our discussions, and the staff did not come into my room as often.

Honest, there is a reason for all this detail.


For example, I cannot count how many times the door to the exercise room would open unexpectedly and it was a lady patient or friend that was utilizing the exercise equipment. Seeing me naked on the table, most often with me standing at attention, they would stare, blush and back-out. The therapist would go and ask what they needed, and explain the need for my nudity. She explained to many that my erection was normal when she was working sensitive areas, and not sexual in any way. Seven, no kidding, of her lady friends who often visited the exercise room late in the day just became regular visitors and we would leave the door open so the therapist and her friend or friends could talk. They came into my room often and sometimes sat in the chair for visits while the therapist worked on me. I never knew who would be in my room. A few times, these ladies brought friends of theirs to exercise and would come into my room and ask my therapist and I would be uncomfortable if their friends came in too. I became a popular visit with some. On one occasion, with me naked on the table, one of our regulars and a good friend of our therapist brought one of her friends who happened to be a nice lady from my work a job or two ago. She blushed but did not stop staring at my cock. It was like she had never seen one before. The therapist had told the regulars that if they brought someone new and thought they would come into my room, it was their responsibility to warn them of my being naked and probably erect. It was always fun for me when two or more ladies of all ages came in. I would apologize and offer to cover up, and they were always telling me not to bother, they knew what to expect and it wasn't a big thing. I knew what they meant, but truthfully my cock could not be more average. It rests at almost 3 inches, almost hidden by my untrimmed fur, but it can grow very quickly to a brisk 6 inches with a fierce looking dome and pre-come almost always requiring me to wipe it off.


When the younger assistant joined the practice and we became good friends, with the therapist working, she asked if I would mind if she trimmed my bushes. I said yes, but be careful. The therapist said ok since I was already hard as a rock and her touching me to use scissors would not get me harder. She trimmed and my cock seemed like it grew a bit in size, whether because of the hair being gone or because of this young lady holding my prick and balls like she did it with me daily.

Were there ever problems? Yes, once the first receptionist told someone about me being there nude, someone she thought she could trust. Soon thereafter my therapist got a visit from the police thinking it might be another "rub and tug" shop like we used to have in town. My therapist showed them, explained her practice in handling tough cases, and she explained that nudity was only used when there was no other option to meet the clients' medical needs. On my next visit, the staff and I got a lecture from the therapist how this was confidential and we could not call it massage, only physical therapy. I didn't mention it, but aside from the therapist and her staff, all the others came in as friends or patients of the therapist, not us.

Another situation that I disliked was when men came into my room. Most of my therapist's patients were women, but a couple of times men came to pick up their wives and once, a guy came in to use one of the more elaborate machines for a while. All three saw me nude on the table with the therapist exercising my legs. I was very uncomfortable, especially when I had an erection. Is it strange to be perfectly comfortable naked around women and uncomfortable around men? And most of the time, the women were fully dressed. I am sure the wives had to explain the naked guy with a hard-on to their husbands.

One summer, the therapist tested having 3 days a week "women only" and they could exercise or get their therapy clothing-optional. Evidently, one of our regular visitors suggested that I be invited. My regular appointment was at the end of one of these days and I was told that next door there were 6 mostly undressed women. I told the therapist I didn't have a problem if they didn't (my wife and I were nudists when younger) so the door was opened and some blushing occurred but nothing else, except my erection arrived and stayed on duty, something it had never done at the nudist places, thank heavens. She did not repeat this clothing optional idea again after that one summer. The best part of that day? While my therapist stayed dressed, her assistant wore only a bikini bottom or panties, I never figured out which.

Another time I will never forget is when the therapist brought her daughters to her work. One was away at college and I didn't see her often, and the other was about in high school the years I was a patient. A cheerleader and great student, she started hanging around Mom' s work and more often than not, she had a couple of friends with her. They came and went as they wanted, bringing back donuts and other treats, but the daughter had been told to NEVER come into my room. It was none of her business why! On my way into and leaving my appointment, I spoke to them and I knew most of them by name. Really cute with lots of energy.

On one appointment after going to this therapist 4 or 5 years, I came into the office and undressed as usual and got comfortable on the table as usual. My short friend stayed relaxed until a female or two entered the room, and as usual, he rose to meet them.

The therapist brought the staff into my room and was obviously uncomfortable. She had talked to her staff about asking me if she could bring the younger daughter into my room during a session. I offered to dress as needed but she explained that first, this daughter had decided to be a physical therapist and wanted to learn all she could from her talented mother and second, she was pretty sure her daughter had never seen a naked man, and the therapist would like to use my junk to teach the girl. She must have been 18 by then. Was I ok with that? Guess.

I thought that was the end of the story, but no. When she talked to her daughter about taking her into my therapy room and that I would be naked, the daughter said "I know!". She said she had gone to talk to her mother one day years ago, and she was occupied working with her back to the door that lead to the hall. She saw me from the waist down and stared as long as she could, before going quietly back to the reception area. The daughter explained that she had figured out that I could not see her because of the filing cabinet, and that if her mother, the therapist, was not in the room or if her back was to that door, she could look. "I have been peeking at him for years!" she said, starting right after she was told to never go into my therapy room. And she added that she had figured out a way to open the door to the hall almost all the way, but get behind the door and there was about 3 inches at the hinges where she could hide and watch for as long as she wanted. I could see how embarrassed the therapist was about all this and I told her not to worry, all kids had curiosity. Again, I was wrong. The daughter explained that she had been bringing friends to the office for years, as we knew, but the new girls would get behind the door to see my penis. All of the girls that had visited the office had taken a peek without the therapist or me knowing. "Some of the girls kept coming back until they saw it twitch" which she said was her favorite . The therapist could not apologize enough, but I certainly did not care. Soon thereafter, I was on the table, naked and almost asleep, when I heard a new voice in the room. It was the older daughter who was in college taking classes to go into medicine. I spoke to her and she smiled at me. I asked if I should be embarrassed and she said of course not. I remember my soldier twitching several times seeing her, and I came somewhat close to blowing a load untouched, but I didn't.

95% of the time I arrived 15 minutes early, greeting the staff, and was taken to my room. Which ever lady took me there suggested I disrobe and gave me a white towel, a rolled up towel for under my head, and took my clothes, if not busy elsewhere, and hung them up on a rolling rack in corner. Then it was up to me to climb on the therapy table and just wait for the ladies.

Sorry tp be so long, but there is more to come!